He was the fourth son of the powerful and unimaginably wealthy Ling family—a man the world believed to be mute, crippled, and abandoned since childhood. A discarded pawn cast out by his own blood. She didn’t care about the ridicule or rumors. Without hesitation, she entered a marriage of convenience with him, one with no real affection… or so she thought. Only after the wedding did she realize—her so-called "crippled husband" was a wolf in sheep’s clothing. With nothing but a wheelchair and a pen, he climbed to the pinnacle of power and influence. She witnessed with her own eyes how he crushed the very family that had once thrown him away—and swallowed her whole, too. One day, when he saw the divorce papers she left behind, the man in the wheelchair let out a cold chuckle—and stood up. “The whole world thinks I’m a cripple—bad-tempered and impotent. You ran. Who else would marry me now?” Across the Pacific, she answered his call, tears in her eyes as she counted the love marks on her skin. “Impotent? And you dare say that again, liar!” Before the call even ended, his voice came through her door. She froze. “Divorce? Sure—if you’re willing to testify publicly that I’m very much capable.” “You promised to let me go!” “I never said that.” “You did!” “I didn’t.” “Then the dog said it!” “…” See? He was ruthless, calculating, and dangerously seductive—but his little wife wasn’t one to be bullied either. She dared to call him a dog, so she had to pay the price. “You know what dogs are known for?” he asked. “What?” “Loyalty. Bravery. And… an insatiable hunger.” “…”